Reincarnated With The Strongest System Chapter 1473 After Story 11 - If Fate Wills It, Let Us Meet Again

"Please, be gentle," Rebecca murmured, her face flushed as William carefully settled her onto the bed.

"I will, I promise," William replied, leaning in to press his lips against hers.

Among the women who had become his wives in this life, Rebecca held the distinct honor of being the very first person he encountered after his reincarnation.

He was barely an infant when James took it upon himself to act as a matchmaker, securing a future bride for the boy.

Their initial encounter mirrored the tropes of the novels William had consumed back on Earth, with his fiance arriving specifically to dissolve their betrothal due to the vast disparity in their social standing.

Even now, the Half-Elf could recall every detail of that moment as vividly as if it were yesterday.

Rebecca had been an adorable girl even then, and William had quietly reasoned that an engagement to her was hardly a disadvantage.

Unfortunately, her perspective was quite the opposite. After her master, Lady Eleanor, intervened to forcefully sever their ties, the Half-Elf decided the ensuing melodrama was simply not worth the effort and chose to concede.

Yet, Rebecca’s father, the cunning 'Old Fox' Lawrence, refused to let their connection fade. He orchestrated a meeting seven years later at the summit of the Misty Sect, forcing them to confront one another once more, with the victor earning the right to dictate the final outcome of their bond.

William emerged triumphant from that struggle, promptly granting Rebecca the freedom to pursue whomever her heart desired.

Many seasons had elapsed since then, and this time, it was Fate itself that played the role of matchmaker, intertwining their lives as their bond blossomed slowly from friendship into genuine affection.

The touch of the Half-Elf sent waves of heat through Rebecca's body. It was an instinctive response, especially having witnessed her 'sisters' intimate moments with this handsome man, who was now kissing her with a fervor she found deeply intoxicating.

This was certainly not their first intimate encounter.

They had shared countless kisses in the years since the culmination of the War of Destruction.

William’s hands traced over Rebecca’s figure, kneading her soft chest while his fingers teased the hardened peaks that had long anticipated his attention.

Having watched him with his other wives, the once-proud genius of the Hellan Kingdom found herself past the need for any slow introduction; her deepest desire was already yearning to be filled by his presence.

Nevertheless, William chose not to rush.

He preferred to tease her, relishing the heightened sensitivity.

With a shallow, deliberate movement, William guided his finger into her, withdrawing and re-entering, leaving Rebecca utterly helpless. His kisses were inconsistent—now gentle, now demanding—and he even insisted she extend her tongue for him to savor, a sensation that pushed her to the very precipice of sanity.

The caresses didn't cease there. William trailed kisses down her neck, branding her skin with marks of his ownership. He moved lower, circling her tender breasts with playful red spots, eliciting a sharp gasp from Rebecca each time he left his mark.

Unrelenting, he continued his path of adoration down to her navel and further into her lower abdomen.

Rebecca began to expect a pause as he neared the core of her desire, but to her astonishment, he pointedly bypassed that area, lavishing kisses upon her thighs, legs, and even the soles of her feet.

Clearly, William’s intent was to claim every inch of her, ensuring Rebecca realized she belonged entirely to him.

This agonizing, wonderful dance lasted several minutes until, finally overwhelmed, Rebecca pinched the Half-Elf’s waist, causing him to laugh softly.

"Stop... hah... teasing me," Rebecca whispered hoarsely, teetering on the edge of pinning him down herself to seize control, much like Aeilin had done earlier.

Observing that she had truly reached her limit, he finally relented, parting her legs to reveal the pink, beautiful flower, its petals glistening with intense desire.

After grazing the tip of his manhood against her entrance, William plunged deep inside, catching Rebecca off guard.

She had braced for great discomfort, yet her deflowering proved remarkably smooth, the pain negligible.

It stood as a testament to his careful preparation, washing away her previous anxieties as William moved in a rhythm that left her spiraling into bliss with every thrust.

Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of Rebecca’s crystalline, joyful moans.

The Half-Elf was pleasantly surprised to find that Rebecca’s body was incredibly sensitive, which amplified the pleasure they both derived from their union.

Slowly, the neck of her womb descended, naturally preparing to receive his seed.

Sensing that Rebecca was currently ovulating and that the potential for conception was exceedingly high, William felt his desire flare, his movements becoming more forceful, which only ignited her voice to new heights.

With a final, decisive surge, the Half-Elf pressed his shaft against the depth of her womb and released his essence with such vigor that Rebecca felt an internal sensation like liquid fire.

Knowing full well this was a fertile window, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him tight to ensure not a single drop of his essence might escape.

Moments later, as the Half-Elf reached his peak, strength bled completely from Rebecca’s limbs.

William lay panting against her, and she welcomed his weight, pulling her arms around his frame.

They remained joined, their hearts hammering against each other until their rhythms began to align.

"You may have made me pregnant," Rebecca murmured, her voice steadying as her composure returned.

"I certainly hope so," William replied, resting his forehead against hers. "I want you to bear my children. If they are girls, I’m certain they will be as beautiful as you."

"And if it’s a son?" Rebecca teased.

"Then they will inherit my handsome features, of course."

"Pfft!"

Rebecca giggled, unable to argue with such confidence.

Even at his young age, little Ciel already promised to grow into a striking young man, a thought that filled her with anticipation for her own child.

She cared little for the gender; regardless, she would love them with the entirety of her being.

Perhaps prompted by their talk of children, William’s member—still resting within her—began to stir with renewed strength.

The Half-Elf and his beautiful companion exchanged a look for a few moments before their lips met once more.

The night was still vibrant, and they committed themselves to the dance of love until their bodies were too exhausted to move.

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One year later...

William stood upon a mountain vista, his gaze sweeping over the expanse of the Ainsworth Empire.

By now, all of his wives had either welcomed his children or were currently carrying them.

He was, in every sense of the word, the idol of men across the world, many of whom harbored deep longing to possess even a fraction of his peerless status.

The Half-Elf summoned his wooden staff, holding it with a sense of profound nostalgia.

This very staff had remained by his side since before his reincarnation, accompanying him even to the final chapter of his journey.

Without warning, four figures manifested behind him.

The Half-Elf did not need to turn; he recognized their presence instinctively, even with closed eyes.

"Are you certain?" David asked, standing beside the man who continued to contemplate the wood in his palm.

"I am," William nodded. "The gift you bestowed upon me has fulfilled its purpose. The time has come to pass it on to those who prove themselves worthy."

David smiled, touched by this side of the Half-Elf. Though it was a gift he had once given, it belonged to William, and the choice of its legacy was entirely his.

"So this is what it means to leave a true legacy," Gavin remarked, standing nearby as he surveyed the thriving Empire.

The Half-Elf offered a serene smile and nodded.

"Well, it isn't the staff that defines the person," Lily added, threading her way between William and David to embrace his waist. "It is the person who wields it that defines the staff."

"Only those capable of awakening its true form can command such power. And even then, they require the resolve to wield it justly," Issei added. "I await the one who will eventually inherit your legacy with great interest."

William gently caressed the staff, recalling the few times he had glimpsed its true essence.

Each time the Sword of the Strange Hangings manifested, it granted him the strength required to overcome the obstacles blocking his path.

Offering a final, silent tribute to the weapon that had guarded him through the years, the Half-Elf pressed a soft kiss to its surface as a gesture of farewell.

The wooden staff shifted, transforming into the unassuming plain sword he had once wielded in his battles against Lancelot and Surtr.

In this simple guise, no observer would ever guess the immense power held within the metal.

William drew the edge sharply across his palm, letting his blood coat the blade, which responded with a sudden, radiant glow.

"May whoever discovers this weapon be found worthy, and may it grant them the strength to overcome any challenge," William whispered. "If their heart is pure, and they dedicate themselves to protecting the weak, serve as their guiding light."

The sword hummed faintly, as if acknowledging his command and committing itself to the task.

Moments later, it reverted to a wooden staff and hovered gracefully before the Half-Elf, the very person it had served since his birth in the world of Hestia.

"Farewell, old friend," William said, stroking the handle one final time. "If Fate decrees, we shall cross paths again."

The staff gave his forehead a gentle, playful bump before beginning its slow ascent toward the heavens.

"And meet we shall. I look forward to our reunion as well, Will. Until that day, be happy."

With these parting words, the staff dissolved into a brilliant stream of light, shooting toward the sky.

Like a shower of starlight, glittering particles drifted down over the Ainsworth Empire, bathing the land in a silent, hopeful blessing.

The Sword of the Strange Hangings set off through the tapestry of Space and Time, searching for the fated soul worthy of its power—someone who would safeguard everything precious in this world.

A single, solitary tear traced a path down William’s cheek as he looked upon the conclusion of his fairy tale.

It had been an arduous, magnificent journey, but he understood that the contentment he felt now...

Was merely the prologue to an entirely new narrative, one that would be inscribed forever in the annals of history, set in a world where Love and Adventure roam wild and free.